We pulled off the highway, just before entering Mississippi to visit the Rosedown Plantation in Louisiana, built in 1835 by the Turnbull family. The Turnbull’s were cotton planters who owned several plots of land as well as 444 slaves, 250 who worked on the Rosedown Plantation.
First and final thought, the plantation is a well preserved house and garden estate. It was built by the hands of slaves (preserved in later years by non-slaves). Do you forgive a home built by a family that owned slaves? Do you visit and fawn over the beauty? Do you feel envious and dream for greater things such as these? Or do you remember the slaves, who lived and breathed and toiled on the same land where their white owners thrived. Bottom line do you remember the slaves.
“History” might try and say the owners treated their slaves well, that they had a doctor that lived on the property, the slaves came back after the Civil War to work, the owners didn’t know any different. But how could they not?
As a white woman in the 21st century I can’t speak for anyone in this story. What I can do though is not neglect the history of such a place. I can remember the slaves. Yes it is beautiful and peaceful NOW, but I will not say that this is what it represents, beauty and peace. In so many ways it represents the opposite. This needs to be noted because the following pictures depict only beauty and peace and my guess is, it’s because it is now empty.